Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys?Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys?They've got all their presents, son, we were here last night,This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight.

Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar,Slow down there, cried Santa, it can't be far,Come up on my lap here, son, and have a look around.There she is, that's Mummy, bounding up and down.

Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had,Curled up in mother's pouch feeling snug and glad.The last they saw was Santa heading northwards from the sun,The only year the boomers worked a double run.